Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

I started in awe at the big mansion which towered infront of me. My mum looked unsure, and I saw her check the address twice. Undecisely, I nocked on the door.

Few seconds later, a slim elegant woman opened the door. She had short, bob hair and piercing green eyes. she was very arreglada, and wore a false smile on her lips.

"Hello, you must be Sophie and... Annabeth", she said, glancing at me and my mum, pursing her lips. "Come in", she said, opening the door to let us in.

The interior was even more amazing than what I had imagined. I found myself in a large salon, Covered in antique paintings. At the far end was a spiral staircase. The lady, who I presumed to be my stepmother, led us up the stairs into another large lounge, were a man was waiting. He reminded me of someone, and one look at my mum confirmed my suspects. This was my dad. He had dirty blond hair, just like my mum and me, and his eyes were the same honey colour. I was speechless.

He was the one who broke the silence. "Hey, Sophie". He spoke my name softly, and I could see the guiltyness in his eyes.

When he noticed I didn't answer, he continued speaking.

"So, I've been talking to your mother", he continued, glancing at mum, "and we've decided you could stay at my place for some time until your mother gets on her feet.

"It will only be temporary", he added.

"Uh... Yeah okay", I said, stuttering. Why did I have to sound so nervous?

"He's only my father, chill out", I told myself. Yeah who turns out to be the person who abandoned me when I was four.

He led me to the guest room, without saying a word.

"We'll talk later" he said, and quietly shut the door. I felt tempted to stop him and ask him many questions, but I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer. After staring at the door for what seemed like hours, listenin to the grown-ups talk polietly about things people don't really care, I turned around. I immediately gasped. The "guest room" was an enormous room with a king size bed at middle. I ran and jump into the bed, burrowed my head in the pillow, and went to sleep, forgetting for a second all the questions which bombarded my head.

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